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seen once more moving and dispersing and concealing themselves along the land-dips.
"Then we must eat, before they come," he answered, putting the broken and crumpled pieces of army-chocolate out between them. The milk-tablets he decided to save for a second meal. Then he loaded the rifles, and laid them out ready, and placed the three revolvers on a box-top, with his pocketful of cartridges close beside them.
And they sat there on the yellow sand of their little rifle-pit, breakfasting on brandy-and-water and unsweetened chocolate, while they waited for the enemy to come up.
